Kelsier had been sitting on a hill that overlooked the loud, rambunctious camp, carfully making note of the warriors gathered below. [i]These are the 'heroes' of this age?[/i] He thought scornfully. [i]Most of them look green enough to get themselves killed without a babysitter. One...two...three... I count a few more than a dozen that look like they can handle themselves well. As for the rest, when push comes to shove those greenhorns are going to panic and get themselves and those around them killed.[/i] He sighed and shook his head. [i]Stones and glass houses, Kelsier. I was as green as they are once.[/i] Unwilling to go join them, Kelsier stayed up on the hill and waited. After a while He saw a duel begin to take place on one side of the camp.[i]This could prove interesting.[/i] He thought.